Hearts seek Hearts
"The poetical impression of any object is that uneasy, exquisite sense of beauty or power that cannot be contained within itself; that is impatient of all limit; that, as flame bends to flame, strives to link itself to some other image of kindred beau."
- William Hazlitt
Ever feel so connected with something that not time or even its very identity matters? A heart calling to a heart.
I feel that way now. Connected. I don't feel alone, even though I'm tired of my life, tired of watching helplessly as it turns inside-out and pulls me in every direction imaginable in the process. I feel strangely and distantly whole.
It's just...beautiful, and uncontainable, and indescribably lovely.
(I probably just ruined everything I just wrote by posting with that display picture.)
<3
- William Hazlitt
Ever feel so connected with something that not time or even its very identity matters? A heart calling to a heart.
I feel that way now. Connected. I don't feel alone, even though I'm tired of my life, tired of watching helplessly as it turns inside-out and pulls me in every direction imaginable in the process. I feel strangely and distantly whole.
It's just...beautiful, and uncontainable, and indescribably lovely.
(I probably just ruined everything I just wrote by posting with that display picture.)
<3